Who: Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass What: Blair gets caught in the fog When: Saturday 2/20 Where: Mostly Chuck's limo, also outside a restaurant and the hospital Rating/Warnings: Low Status: Complete
Chuck wasn’t the type to go on ‘dates’. In fact he had never been on one before. But Blair was the type of girl you wined and dined. He doubted she would actually ever dance at Victrola and sleep with him in the back of his limo. That would probably remain only in his dreams. The thought of doing something extravagant crossed his mind. He was Chuck Bass, after all. But he wasn’t exactly ready to make a big deal about this whole thing. Actually calling it a date was a big enough step for him. So just dinner it was, and not at a Bass hotel this time.
Of course Chuck took the limo to pick her up, he didn’t travel in anything else, unless it was his jet. He didn’t go to her door though, instead just waited inside the limo for her to come out and meet him.
Blair had never once thought that she would be on an actual date with Chuck Bass, but seeing him again then the kiss around Christmas had sparked something and she wasn’t quite sure what it was. She wasn’t sure if it had anything to do with the dreams, but she needed to find out so when he asked her out, she’d said yes. She’d expected him to bring her to the restaurant at one of his hotels, but was surprised when the limo stopped in front of an equally as skanky restaurant, “Did your hotels get shut down by the board of health?” She may have agreed to go on a date with Chuck, but that didn’t mean that she had to stop teasing him.
“Aren’t you hilarious,” Chuck said in response. “I figured you might want to try a place I didn’t own.” Although he knew his chefs were superior he could branch out once in awhile. Check out some of the competition. “But if you want to go back to one of my hotels that can certainly be arranged,” there was a gleam in his eye and a smirk on his face. It would be very easy to go up to a room if she chose that option.
“No, this place is fine.” In fact, Blair had heard nothing but good reviews about this particular restaurant and had been wanting to try it for awhile. “Shall we?” Reaching for the door handle, Blair pushed the door open and stepped, gracefully, out of the limo. She was smoothing out her dress as she stood and didn’t notice the thick fog tug had begun to creep across the ground towards her.
It wasn’t until she felt a stinging and burning sensation along her feet and bare ankles that she finally looked down, “Chuck!?” His name was a high shriek as it left her lips as the skin on her feet and ankles began to burn and bubble.
Of course he was taking her to a place she already wanted to go to. He was just smart like that, plus Blair generally had the same taste as him. But before he could comment on any of that Blair was already heading out the door. And then there was a shriek. What the hell? He looked out and saw the burns climbing up her legs. Shit. Without even thinking he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back into the limo, reaching over her to shut the door. “Are you okay?”
Blair fell back into the limo as Chuck pulled her in, but she couldn’t even thank him as the pain in her feet and ankles was overwhelming so all she could do was cry out in pain. She had no idea what was going on and couldn’t think of anything but the pain, “...hurts...oh god, it hurts….” It felt like her skin was falling off or that her feet had already fallen off and she couldn’t bring herself to look at see what condition they were in.
“Go to the hospital,” he barked at the driver when he heard Blair still crying out in pain. He kept his arm wrapped around her as they drove. “It will be okay,” he told her in his most soothing voice, one he wasn’t even aware he had. “We will get this taken care of. Everything will be fine. I promise.” He wasn’t entirely sure if he was trying to convince her or himself with his words, but it was the only thing he could think to do at the moment.
Blair heard him tell the driver to go to the hospital and she heard the worry in his voice, but she was in so much pain at the moment that it didn’t really register. She’d never heard Chuck sound so concerned about anyone or anything before, but couldn’t dwell on that at the moment. “....look….tell me how bad it is….” The pain didn’t appear to be going away and Blair needed to know how bad it was, because it felt like her skin was still being eaten, but she couldn’t bare it to look herself and she knew that Chuck wouldn’t sugarcoat it.
Did Blair seriously want to know that? Because it was disgusting and it didn’t look like it was going to be going away soon. Hopefully the girl wouldn’t be scarred for life and they could fix her feet because that was not something he wanted to look at ever again. “It’s bad.” There was no point in lying. She could easily look down and see for herself anyway. “Your feet look diseased,” he added. Okay maybe he didn’t need to be that honest but oh well. “Drive faster,” he barked at the driver.
Part of Blair wanted to hit him and part wanted to simply break down and cry, but she had to attempt to stay strong even while she cried out in pain, “...do you have no tact?” Blair turned her head and glared at Chuck as best she could as the driver pulled into the Emergency parking area of the hospital, “Y...you’re supposed to lie to me.”
“And what good would that do?” Chuck replied. Knowing Blair she would have gotten upset with him for that too. But there was no point arguing it now, Blair was hurt that was the priority and they were at the hospital finally. “Can you walk?” otherwise he would be tracking down a damn wheelchair or something to get her inside and taken care of.
“I can try….” When the driver came around and opened the door and didn’t cry out in pain, Blair figured that it was safe to get out of the car and after a quick glance around at the ground, she stepped out, crying out when she put weight on her feet. Luckily the driver caught her as her feet fell out from beneath her.
Chuck frowned. Clearly she couldn’t walk. “Sit back down,” he instructed her getting out of the limo himself on the other side. “I’ll be right back.” Chuck hurried into the hospital and returned moments later with a wheelchair for her. He leaned into the limo wrapping an arm around her to help her out and into the chair. “You’re going to be okay,” he assured again. He would call every damn specialist if he had to. He was Chuck Bass. But for now he just needed to get her into the hospital and taken care of.